Storm of the Bruised Hearts-Chapter 3 (EDKV) [by Ariana]

Hello guys. Ik I said I’ll post by 15th nd promise I had no mood of posting early but then I have to tell u guys something so I needed a way…nd the only way was to post the nxt part. Pls read the msg 1st then if u want u can read the chap.
So all I wanna say is SORRY!!! My days r going so hectic that I can’t comment on ur wonderful ffs and shots on time. Ik u guys receive my comment a day or two after posting them. Pls don’t feel like I’m ignoring or not liking ur hardwork. It’s just I can’t cope up with the timing. Don’t mind if u see my comment late…or very late…or very very very late. But I promise I’llread all of ur ffs/shots and always comment even if I don’t have much time on hand. Now since I have been inactive lately, here with my apologies I present my 3rd part before the given date just to cover up my mistake (Yah I’m literally bribing u for forgiving me)
If u wanna read this special (Actually all shity nd bakwas) chapter then keep scrawling down or else just enjoy ur day! But do forgive me

CHAPTER 3- Unaccountable Fears and Guilt

**Plz note from this chap, all will b flashback**

(Sumo’s POV-Taken from the diary)
5 mins….my watched showed 5 big mins has passed and that tall Malhotra wasn’t torturing the door. Something was fishy…wayyyy fishy… He couldn’t even stop himself from yelling at me for a second then how come on this earth he managed to control his ‘nosy anger’ for 5 mins? I knew he was planning something but I was also eager to knw what r his limits. He is such a disciplined guy that anyone can be bored by his monotonous life style. I did vow myself the day I stepped in that I’ll spice up his life. But…I have no interest on him…like not even a bit. Besides, he hates me…Yes my dear diary he hates me for cleaning up the house which is his…for cooking food liked by his brother…for bringing colour into his life…It’s all ‘his’ that I do, yet he hates me. Maybe he hates being dependant and I guess I should not peek into his personal space…

(Shravan’s POV-Don’t forget the whole story is from his angle :p )
Red wire placed…Blue wire nope! Damn it went wrong again!!! This blue wire should be switched to yellow one’s spot and the yellow one should be out…Yah now perfect…Fine not yet. Where does this white one go? There is a green wire too? When was it born? Oh wires never get ‘born’. All credit to that Sumo who filled my mind with her biology words. But now it’s time for revenge so I guess crediting her would give me more spirit… I flipped through “Ronald’s 5th Edition Electrical Circuit Cellular Collection” until the picture of mismatched parallel wire connection popped up. It looked no simpler than an atom bomb.
Ohh god I shouldn’t have planned all these. After all that is a small girl of Chote’s age. I’m not pitying her but pitying myself for taking soooo much load just to playback to her work. She doesn’t deserve this amount of attention. Now when I started it, no way I’m backing up… Sumo just wait for few more mins….

(Sumo’s POV)
I was missing u (diary). Yah next time while pranking Shravan, I’ll carry u with me. At least I can read my previous stories. But I was tired. Who want to seat on the bathtub base waiting for someone to suffer? What if he rushed to Sally aunty’s apartment to pee and now is sleeping peacefully? Am I spending my whole night here?

(Shravan POV)
I tiptoed till the end of the hall to ensure everything was left exactly the way it was when I begged her to come out. She made me work hard. I had to face so much of embarrassment to knock on Sally aunty’s door and ask her to use her washroom. Then the 13 mins and 52 second work with those “I have no clue about” wires. But now my game begins…3…2…1…
‘Click’

The sound of gunfire was enough loud to reach the other side of the wall and she could hear it all clearly. Slowly I connected the yellow wire to the loge robot which produced a perfect American Villain’s cruel laughter. If I have not mistaken girls get panic attack at this noise. I remember Chote saying how his gf hugged him when they were watching Avengers and this voice played. Girls after all…Well; Sumo won’t get a guy to hug now.
But then I heard her high pitched low frequency scream. Did she faint? My heart shrank. It was my first prank ever and it shouldn’t harm her…Revenge can’t be so harsh. I rushed towards the door and banged on it when she yelled the world out for help. She called me. Only me…not even Chote…She just yelled “help” and “Shravan” continuously…
I banged the door again but this time I said politely “Open the door”
For sure she thought I was a gunman. She begged calling out my name in pain. Again and again….But then she said something…I guess I heard it wrong…”Pls don’t harm Shravan…”

I stood there motionless for more than a minute. The terminal circuit was connected so the fire shots were loud and audible. The American Villain laughter was also buzzing while her tears flied into the air with her yells…My body went numb for a while. She cried out for help…she begged for her life…for my life… She afforded to think of me in this situation. How could she? What should I do now? She won’t open the door. Oh I can just turn off the robot. I took the pocket saw I had with me and cut all the wires…. At once…not caring about the fact it was my assignment.
Peace…….No trace of any humming. Sumo wasn’t even making a sound now but I could feel the thick air. She might have been faint by now. I banged again when I heard some bottles falling on the floor behind the door. She is moving…my heart was hopeful and I knew she’ll be better than positions I’m expecting her to be at. I heard her scream out my name, again and again.
I stopped and waited for her to calm down…Now the silence meet the atmosphere around us. She was sobbing and I could hear her voice hiking up her throat. I didn’t bang this time. Slowly, I leaned my palms against the door and politely started, “Sumo…It’s me Shravan. Com..”

Before I could even finish my words, I felt my forehands going empty but a huge weight over my chest. Those long arms clutching my back and the swan neck curved into my torso making my heart sense the moisture of her tears. She kept sobbing as her soft figure dissolved into my skin. She was ice cold and every bit of her exposed membrane showed the paleness. I couldn’t stop myself from widening my chest to allow her whole soul to fit in and spread my hands around her shoulder giving her the warmth she requires. At first her spine straightened but soon she broke down into my muscles and sobbed harder. It took long to make her stable. Not that she stopped sobbing, but all she did was to balance into her own foot.

Carefully, I pulled her away to make her look at me. As I observed her face, it was carnelian. Those eyes which always reflected freshness now showed me fear. It took me no longer than a second to understand the cut was deep. The prank wasn’t just a prank…it had more hidden behind.
I wanted to speak, to apologize, to beg her for forgiveness but she was the one to break the silence. “Shravan…*hitched* I’m sorry. I would never…Promise… Are u okay? Did they harm u?” I felt her fingers running over my forehead, across my jawline, pass my neck and back into my back for a hug. “I should’ve never come here. How could I forget it all? I’m sorry. It was me…”
Who was supposed to harm me? What is she blabbering? Suspicious strike 1. Maybe she was under some sort of shock. My entire fault… All mines. “Okay Shravan fix this mess.” I ordered myself as I pulled her away, again and boldly said her to look into my eyes. She followed. This time too…Her eyes showed something unusual. A deep cut, the pain, the unknown fear…and an unaccountable guilt.

She tried to speak again when I cupped her face strong, allowing the tears to roll over my index bone. Leisurely, I rubbed my thumb against her burning cheeks letting the last bit of moisture to dry. “It’s me,” finally I spoke, “It’s me Sumo, it’s me. It was my stupidity.”
“Of course Shravan it’s ur stupidity. Once, just for once u could have called me out. U could have said they…they were here. It’s me after all.”
Suspicious strike 2. Who is ‘they’? And what’s so much in her that she is guilty about? Oh shock man!! I convinced myself and focused on the apology part. “No, none was here. It was u, me and…and…” Stop stammering Shravan. Be a guy. I murmured and continued, “And my terminal robot with cellular circuits.”
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That’s all for chapter 3. As a so called writer I shouldn’t b giving u hints and notes but then u r not reading my actual story so I better leave some extra clues of the conclusion.
– Notice how the title of the chapters the given. The whole chapter can b blinded and biased but the title with lead u on track
-Count the suspicious strikes with Shravan. It’ll help u at the end
-Question: Why is Sumo blaming herself for it? Who r ‘They’?
I guess I said too much but ik u’ll forget it soon by a week or two so no worries. Ignore all grammatical mistakes. Next part will b up by Monday.

Oh mannn. This was beyond perfection. Like seriously, how do you manage to write such mind blowing stories.. MASHA ALLAH!! Your explanations are so on point. Girl you are amazing!! (Nazar na lagay 😉 )
I really wish to meet you once to tell you what an awesome writer you are (that too in this age) ? ? ?
Shravan’s revenge was cool xD Aww poor Sumo. The way he felt guilty though ?
I can’t wait for Monday (though I don’t like Mondays but waiting only for your episode, so you can see how much i love you and your ffs 😉
Thank God I read this right now otherwise couldn’t have managed to read it later.
I can write more (and I want to) but gotta go now. 🙁
Okay so bro keep surprising me with your amazing episodes. Take care of yourself. Loads of love ??

i am ready to forgive u uncountable times for such a wonderful ff… ooohhh shravan is way tooo intelligent.. epi was mixture of fun and suspence… blended perfectly…
thnx 4 praying 4 my competition and yes i have won the first price.. even my house has also won…
SUBHO BIJOYA

aww thanks … congrats to u also for your scholarship.. i wish i could run away from indian education system.. a person who wants to study science has to gain sooo much knowledge about other subjects which is not required..there r no scope of scholarships right now in my school…

it’s okay dear. Honestly, high school in Western World is simple. What matters is the university. U can finish ur schoolings in India nd then apply for colleges in foreign countries. Scholarships r always open for students here so u can try out tht too… no worries..ur life is left over….

Waaaaooooow di!
Loved it to the core??????
It was PERFECTTTTT???
The way you described each and everything, it felt as if all of it was happening in real!☺️☺️☺️
Wonder how I’m going to manage till Monday!
Eager to read the next part☺️☺️☺️
Love you loads and loads!??????

Anshu dear thanks alllllllloooooooooooootttttttttttttt for ur sweet sugary words. I can die blessed if u all over flood me with love. I’ll try my best to post by Sunday but if not possible then for sure u’ll get it on Monday. Love u too
take care

Okay…give me a minute…..
Girl….I would love to hug you right now….
Nd I want to read ur novel….plz do something…mail me or something…plz I really want to read it….I need some inspiration…
Plz do send it to me…nd if u ever publish it.. Tell me…I will buy it ASAP nd read it.
I think I didn’t read correctly that day….u can’t be 14…!… U r way more mature than that.
Through ur writings only I can see….u r damn smart nd intelligent…now plz don’t underestimate urself…
This story of urs….its d best I hve read here…
This chapter was amazingggggg …coz now u introduce d thrill ..d suspense….nd its sending chills down my spine….
So I would really urge u to post soon. …
I wish to meet u so badly …
Love u loadsssss…!
Lots of hugs nd kisses….
And as I always say….m ur biggest fan…like biggest….m mad behind ur writings….
Take care…
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Take warm teddy huggies!!! U did hear it all r8. I’m 14 nd that’s why all bakwasness roams around my territory… Sry dear the only softcopy of my actual story is at school but if I ever meet u in person, I’ll give u the written documents. But that’s even more boring than this nd much much much lengthier. I’ll no way publish that stupid story (Yah my the end of my ff u’ll get it how stupid the story is) so u have chances of enjoying ur life not reading my garbage.
But I must admit u never ever fail to make me feel special even though I’m not. U always use such sweet melting words that I feel blessed being buttered. Thanks soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much.
Nd u r not my biggest fan, I’m ur biggest and craziest die-hard fan. U r an aweeesssommme writer nd I guess I should not start praising u coz if I did, i can’t get into my math hw nd keep typing the neverending qualities of urs.
Love u soooooooooooooooooo much beyond words
take care

Hey aru hw r u dr
So sry for late comments we thought of reading ur ff together now only we read it yaar it was awesome well written we loved it “oh wires never get born.all the credit goes to that suman who filled my mind with biological terms?”
Loved the last part”it was u me and my terminal robot with cellular circuits ”
And who are ‘they’? Pls do post the next part soon
Once again sry for late comments
Love u
Lots of love from Loga-Megan